IMPALA DREAMS
WOW: oil. Our lovely lady Impala is having a little introspective moment. A story in three separate 100-word drabbles. Rated T for suggestive imagery and more double entendres than you can shake a stick at!
Disclaimer: I don't own either of them.
Chapter 1
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He's wearing those jeans I like; the really old faded ones with the frayed hole across the left knee. You know, the ones that are a little saggy round the rear, and ride down when he bends over to reach into my engine compartment.
In fact, they're working their way down right now as he's leaning over to check my solenoids.
Not that I'm looking or anything, but there's a little black smear of oil across the middle of his back from the last time he tried to pull them up.
Don't worry honey; trust me, they're fine where they are.
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tbc